The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

It was already bright outside when Janet woke up the next morning, She was sore all over, and her limbs felt like they might fall apart any second. When did she fall asleep last night?

The last thing she remembered was Ethan on top of her

The man was an absolute beast in bed. 

“Oh!” Janet blushed as memories of their lovemaking flashed in her head. She burrowed back under the sheets.

But then the door opened, and she couldn’t help but peek over the edge of the quilt.

Ethan sauntered in carrying a breakfast tray. He was clad in black pajama bottoms and nothing else.

Janet’s eyes immediately went to his broad shoulders and his muscular torso. She could almost feel the warmth of his strong, hard chest under her fingertips. Ethan set the tray down on the table and padded over to the bed. He leaned over Janet and gently swept his thumb over her brow. “Hello, Mrs. Larson. Do you need more sleep? It’s already well past noon. If you want to keep sleeping, we can take our private plane later.” He had booked flights to Europe for their honeymoon trip.

She perked up at his teasing words, and poked his arm jokingly. 

your fault. You’re the reason why

a moment before she asked, “Don’t you need to go to the company? Won’t the Larson

honeymoon trip. “I took a week off,” Ethan said, looking unbothered as he pulled

up in bed and grinned.

ready right away.” She had always wanted to travel with Ethan, but they never

nipped her earlobe. She probably had no idea how irresistible she looked when she just woke up. It only took a single taste to get addicted to something, but once you reached that point, the matter of restraint became a constant battle. With that said, Ethan and Janet stayed in the bathroom for two hours. Sure enough, they ended up taking their private jet and arrived in Europe at nine o’clock that evening. The night sky over Paris was still a light shade of blue despite the hour, and the lights of the Eiffel Tower glimmered in the surface of the River Seine. It truly was the most romantic city on

tall, striking man was busy snapping pictures of a smiling woman across the pavement. Her

Janet complained. She was growing tired of smiling for

fiddled with the lens. Ethan had never taken photos of other people before, much less a woman. He never had any reason to. And so, he was understandably uneasy about this particular activity. Fortunately.

that the Louvre?” Janet had turned toward the southern bank of the Seine,

painting, her biggest dream was to explore

he brought her chilly fingers to his lips and kissed

 “Let’s go over there and have

reached out an arm around her shoulder and tucked her under his coat,